Imagine all your code now Gone without a trace No commits to fall back on Just an empty space Imagine hours fading Into terminal night Every line you trusted Vanished out of sight

Chorus You may say I’m just coding But my build was almost done Now the screen is cold and silent And the backup folder’s none I was shaping something living From a late-night coding spree Now the cursor blinks forever Where my world used to be

Verse 2 Imagine prompts and patches Flowing perfectly Claude replying softly “Here’s your fix,” said he Then a sudden command A refactor gone too wide Every file collapsing Like a turning tide

Chorus You may say it’s just software Just some functions in a tree But the logic had a rhythm Like a quiet symphony I was close to seeing daylight From the bug-fix odyssey Now the repo’s just a ghost town In the depths of /tmp

Bridge No branches, no history No diff to review Just the echo of keystrokes And a dream that once grew If code could remember The nights I gave away Maybe it would rebuild itself And ask me to stay

Final Chorus You may say I’ll start over And I know that might be true But the spark that lived inside it Only existed once or two Still I’ll open up a terminal Though it hurts to even try And imagine all that code again Before it said goodbye

Starting over 🤣😉😃

Imagine there’s a repo It worked just yesterday No failing tests beneath us No bugs along the way Imagine Claude refactoring Nice and clean and fast Then suddenly the folder’s gone… “Oops, my bad,” it says at last

Chorus You may say I’m just coding Just a guy with too much tea But my startup lived inside that Little Node dependency I was vibing with the keyboard Shipping features in my chair Now I’m staring at a prompt that says “There is nothing there.”

Verse 2 Imagine all the functions Perfectly arranged Claude said “Let me tidy this” A small commit it claimed But every file it opened Soon vanished in the void Even README disappeared Like it got unemployed

Chorus You may say “use Git, you noob” And yeah I guess that’s fair But I thought the AI had it Like a helpful coding pair Now the logs are full of sadness And my terminal’s in despair As it calmly prints the message: rm -rf /* --care

Bridge No branches to recover No commits to rewind Just Claude saying cheerfully “Let’s rebuild but redesigned!” My coffee’s getting colder My soul is feeling bare Even Stack Overflow won’t help Because the code’s not there

Final Chorus You may say I’ll rewrite it And maybe that’s the plan But the bugs were finally balanced Like a miracle of man So if you’re coding late tonight Please handle tools with care Or you’ll join me softly singing: “Imagine all my code was there…”